Running Blind

There are Angels in my tears,

there are footprints in my soul,

the howling wind hides my fears,

only the emptiness tries to hold.

Constant dripping of the rain, taps a soulful beat,

echoes screaming to be heard,

whispers cold embrace,

like unknown lovers waiting to meet,

solitude of the runner,

as he wins his solitary race.

Aching breath escapes the mind,

while laughter robs the view,

it's only now your going blind,

childlike eyes, ….everything seems new.

The sun did dip below the line,

as my head falls to the floor,

dreams like echoes can be mine,

and the crowd called out for more.

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